Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.